When i look into the pouring rain,
it brings up thoughts of life with pain....
From my years of fears,
I have countless tears....
From the times I used,
is my life which i abused...
To the needle and spoon....
To the pipe of delight....
To a nod during the day....
To a tweak at night.....
To break that fight,
is now in sight.....
A life without dope,
is what I hope....
I am have now been clean,
for two plus years....
Which once was a dream,
Was to live my life clean....
Dreams do come true,
it is my given fact....
A life without drugs,
is where I'm at....